Now, America turns its gaze toward New York, as we become the center of the political universe in the run-up
to one of the nation’s largest and most important sets of primaries.
And as such, circumstances in said primaries being what they are, we, us, New York, turn our gaze to a bar...
Welcome to Fresh Kills, Williamsburg’s most serious, sexy cocktail spot in quite some time, now open on Grand.
We’ll go out on a limb here and say this is bound to be a destination spot for cocktail heads. Which is a) a good sign for the drinks, and b) not to say it’s not also a great foundation to build a date on.
The menu reads like an AP Cocktail History textbook, with adaptations of Jerry Thomas recipes from 1862 that use South Asian liquors, and calvados drinks served up with a pickled walnut on the side (both of those are seen here).
Naturally, before getting into all that, you have to sit. We recommend grabbing one of the raw-leather two-person booths directly opposite the bar, and having another person—say, that date from paragraph four—sit across from you. In case you were about to ask a server if the leatherwork happens to have been done by one of the partners who’s also a cordwainer, we’ll save you the trouble and tell you it was.
Then commence with the imbibing. You’ll have some basic edibles to work on between drinks. If this is a full-fledged-significant-other outing, go ahead and tear into some jerky together. If it’s a first, go ahead and stick to mixed olives.
It’s your basic bar snack dignity spectrum.
And as such, circumstances in said primaries being what they are, we, us, New York, turn our gaze to a bar...
Welcome to Fresh Kills, Williamsburg’s most serious, sexy cocktail spot in quite some time, now open on Grand.
We’ll go out on a limb here and say this is bound to be a destination spot for cocktail heads. Which is a) a good sign for the drinks, and b) not to say it’s not also a great foundation to build a date on.
The menu reads like an AP Cocktail History textbook, with adaptations of Jerry Thomas recipes from 1862 that use South Asian liquors, and calvados drinks served up with a pickled walnut on the side (both of those are seen here).
Naturally, before getting into all that, you have to sit. We recommend grabbing one of the raw-leather two-person booths directly opposite the bar, and having another person—say, that date from paragraph four—sit across from you. In case you were about to ask a server if the leatherwork happens to have been done by one of the partners who’s also a cordwainer, we’ll save you the trouble and tell you it was.
Then commence with the imbibing. You’ll have some basic edibles to work on between drinks. If this is a full-fledged-significant-other outing, go ahead and tear into some jerky together. If it’s a first, go ahead and stick to mixed olives.
It’s your basic bar snack dignity spectrum.
